The first rays of sunlight barely touched the walls of Jerusalem when Habakkuk
awoke with an unusual feeling, a tingling in his chest he couldn't explain. He had
spent the night reflecting on the confrontation with the council leaders, and
although his heart felt heavy with the gravity of the challenges ahead, something
deeper was calling to him. It was a presence that seemed to surround him, one
that could not be ignored.
He got up, washed his face with cold water, and went to the roof of his house.
From there he could watch the city awaken: merchants opening their stalls,
children running through the alleyways, and the elderly greeting passersby.
Everything seemed ordinary, but Habakkuk perceived what others did not: the
underlying injustice in every action, the silent tension in the eyes of the powerful,
and the fear held in the gestures of the humble.
As he pondered, a soft, almost imperceptible murmur seemed to approach
hisHabakkuk stopped, blinked, and listened intently. It wasn't the wind, nor the
footsteps of his neighbors; it was something else, something that spoke directly to
his soul. Almost like a whisper that pierced his skin and penetrated his heart.
—Habakkuk… —the voice seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once—.
Habakkuk…
His heart raced. He knew, without a doubt, that the voice was not human. A
shiver ran down his spine, but it wasn't fear he felt. It was a mixture of reverence,
anticipation, and awe. Habakkuk knelt, closed his eyes, and let the voice guide
him.
"Lord," she whispered, "I am listening. Teach me, for my heart longs to understand
your will."
The silence continued for a moment, and then the voice continued, clear and
deep,penetrating and full of authority:
—I have heard the cry of my people, and I have seen the injustice that oppresses
them. Your heart, which cannot tolerate evil, is the instrument I will use to
remind them that I am not absent, and that true justice will prevail.
Habakkuk felt a mixture of fear and humility. The words echoed within him.like a
drum that marked a rhythm impossible to ignore."Sir," he said, his voice trembling, "I am an ordinary man, young and
inexperienced. How can I stand up to the powerful and correct what others have
allowed for years?"
"You will not fear," the voice replied. "You will not act alone. I will guide your
steps, and your word will be my voice among men. Do not seek strength in
yourself, but in me."
Trust in what I will show you, and the paths that seem closed will open before you.
Habakkuk remained kneeling, feeling each word penetrate his spirit.A strange peace
settled over him, mingled with the certainty that his life would never be the same.
He understood that his mission would be arduous, that the challenges would be
enormous, but he also knew that God would not abandon him.
That same morning, while walking to the market to help her mother,Habakkuk
began to notice subtle signs that seemed to confirm what he had heard: a child
sharing bread with a hungry classmate, an old man helping a blind person cross the
street, a merchant returning coins he had unfairly taken. Each small act was a
reminder that justice, though often ignored, existed in the hearts of many.
In the market, an incident caught his attention. A group of men had attacked a
young man who was trying to sell medicinal herbs without a license. The older
merchants watched indifferently, and the guards seemed hesitant to intervene.
Habakkuk approached, remembering the words of the voice he had heard at dawn:
he should not act alone, but neither should he remain silent.
"Stop!" he shouted authoritatively. "It's not fair to take away what little she has."just
to comply with rules that benefit a few.
The attackers looked at him in surprise, but Habakkuk did not back down. At that
moment,He understood that every action, every word, had to be accompanied by
discernment. It wasn't just about confronting, but about guiding, about reminding
others that true justice comes from God.
As the crowd dispersed, the young vendor thanked him with a shy smile. Habakkuk
felt his heart swell. It wasn't heroism he felt, but responsibility. Every righteous
act, no matter how small, was a seed that could grow and transform his
surroundings.
That afternoon, Habakkuk decided to visit the temple. He needed to reflect, pray,
and better understand his calling. Upon arriving, he found the crowd gathered for
prayers.And the priests solemnly led the ceremonies. Habakkuk knelt, closed his
eyes, and opened his heart:"Lord," he said softly, "I seek neither glory nor recognition. I only wish to
understand your will, to learn to act according to your justice, and to guide my
people to you. Make meBe strong when men are weak, and make me wise when
the temptation of corruption arises.
As he prayed, a vision began to form in his mind: he saw cities falling under the
oppression of foreign armies, villages being razed, and corrupt leaders celebrating
their power. But amidst the destruction, there were glimmers of hope: men and
women acting with integrity, children sharing bread, elders teaching justice to the
young. The image shifted and changed, showing him that evil, however powerful,
could never crush the seed of justice if someone protected it.
When he opened his eyes, Habakkuk understood that the vision was a direct message
from God.It was neither a punishment nor a judgment; it was a guide, a reminder
that his path as a prophet would not only be one of warning, but also of teaching
and hope. Every word he spoke, every action he took, would be a reflection of
what he had seen in that vision: the constant struggle between injustice and faith,
between human power and divine justice.
That night, while the city slept under a starry sky, Habakkuk sat downOnce again, he
was on the roof of his house. The night breeze caressed his face, and he remained
silent, listening to the voice that was no longer a murmur, but a constant presence
in his heart.
"Lord," she whispered, "today I have seen what you want me to do. Show me
how to guide others, how to confront those who oppose justice, and how to
keep my faith strong even when all seems lost."
Silence answered again, but Habakkuk did not interpret it as absence. He
understood that some answers do not come as clear words, but as deep convictions
that guide every thought, every decision, every action.
The next day, as he walked the streets, Habakkuk began to notice how small acts
of justice were multiplying: a baker sharing bread with a hungry child, a
merchant returning coins, a teacher instructing his students in honesty. Each act
confirmed what the voice had told him: true justice requires observation,
intervention, and guidance. It wasn't enough to confront the powerful; he also
had to inspire others to act righteously.
Habakkuk understood that his path would be long and full of challenges. The voice
of God, the vision he had received, and his own restless heart prepared him to
confront injustice constantly, not only with words, but with actions and wisdom.The mission would not be easy, but the certainty that God was with him gave him
strength.to continue.
And so, with unwavering determination and faith born from doubt, Habakkuk gave
the firststeps toward his destiny as a prophet. He was not a hero in the sense that
men understand; he was a young man called to question, act, and lead, whose
voice and heart would be instruments of justice and hope in a world full of
shadows.
That day, as the sun shone brightly on Jerusalem, Habakkuk understood something
he would never forget: being a prophet doesn't mean avoiding fear, but walking with
it, trusting in it.God and acting with courage. Their dialogue with God would not
only be prayer, but conversation, confrontation, and a constant search for truth
and justice.
Habakkuk was ready to begin his mission, knowing that every step, every word, and
every deed would be observed, not only by men, but also by the One who
guides.the destiny of the people and holds justice in their hands.